Fishing Tax Office.
"Morning, did Ashui come to clock in?"
"Isn't it normal for Ashui not to come? Are you looking for him for something?"
"True, nothing really, isn't it Ke Wenbin's wedding? Just wanted to ask when he's leaving so I can catch a ride. Been busy to death these past days, no time at all..."
Continuous drizzling rain.
The vast Fishing Tax Office, no one wasn't busy dealing with the mess left by the Flood Dragon White Ape fight.
Yet no one felt anything was off about Liang Qu's absence, they were used to it.
Su Guishan stroked his beard and pushed open the window.
The Jianghuai Great Marsh stretched endlessly, not a trace of the earth-shattering storm and torrential rain from yesterday.
The highest virtue is like water; water is just like this, with wind, there are waves, without wind, there are no waves.
It rises quickly, and it calms just as fast.
"With the Demon King's fall, the north and south war, Dali will emerge, it's an era of great competition."
